The Temporary Wife by Jeannie Moon

something so stupid, or that she’d said it out loud.
    “Babysitting?” Meg said. Her voice had gone from soft to lethal. She fixed her gaze on Jason, who pushed away from the counter and came to her. “I think I should go,” she said just to him.
    “No, don’t go.” Jason hadn’t seen her in days. He’d been busy, and they’d been taking care of wedding arrangements over the phone. This would give them time to talk before the wedding and for him to spend time with Molly.
    Harper was poking through one of the bags Meg brought in and came out with something covered with ribbons and bows. “Oh, my God! Is this one of those tacky bridal shower hat bouquets? How cute! You had a shower?”
    Jason was just about to say something when a look from Meg, cool and dangerous, told him she didn’t want help. Based on the fire he saw in her eyes, he was tempted to tell Harper to run.
    “My friends at school threw it for me.” Meg grabbed the hat bouquet from Harper and put it back in the bag. “It was very thoughtful of them.”
    “Of course,” Harper said. She kept eyeing Meg, and Jason hoped Harper had enough sense to rein in her nasty streak, but the way things were going that was too much to hope for. “So this must be a big change for you. Going from a little house to this?” She motioned around the room. “Marrying a billionaire certainly has its perks.”
    Meg folded her arms and advanced toward his assistant, her killer heels clicking on the floor. “You know what I find there’s an abundance of? People who only define Jason by his billions. If anyone took the time to get to know him, they’d know there was more.”
    Jason took a hit right to the heart, while Harper was stunned silent. Owen, Nate, and Molly were still watching the show, eyes wide, from the kitchen table. And Meg was like an angry fairy, responding to Harper without the slightest hesitation. Meg wasn’t intimidated, like Jason thought she’d be, but rather seriously pissed off.
    Harper put up her hands, feigning innocence. “I was referring to the lifestyle.”
    “I’m not marrying the lifestyle, I’m marrying the man,” Meg said, and walked right to Jason, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. “I’m going to take Molly home. Stop by when you’re done here?”
    Her words dripped with so much invitation, he almost thought he might get laid when he got to her house, but the flash of anger in her eyes told him she was going to rip him a new one. She just wasn’t going to do it here; she was keeping it between them.
    Harper may not have learned tact and discretion, but Meg sure had. She was amazing, and he was starting to feel like a very lucky man. “Give me an hour, okay?”
    “Can’t wait,” she purred, and kissed him again. “Come on, Molly girl. Let’s go home.”
    Molly ran to her side, deliberately avoiding Harper, who was shooting daggers at Meg. Before Jason could recover from the two kisses, they’d said their good-byes and left.
    Holy hell. Who was that woman?
    “You’re going to marry
her
?” Harper said on a laugh. “Your mother was right. She looks like a stripper.”
    “No, she doesn’t,” Jason said, turning and pointing at her. “And don’t ever say that again.”
    “I don’t think she looks like a stripper,” Nate said to Owen. “Do you?”
    “Nah, she’s hot, and she’s got a great rack, but not a stripper. She’s too short anyway.” Owen popped a piece of shrimp in his mouth.
    “True, too hard to work the pole,” Nate agreed. “But the heels do help.”
    Owen nodded.
    “Stop. Just stop. Shit. She’s going to be my wife in a week. Show some respect.”
    Harper was grinning, her arms folded. Jason was so angry, if she were a man, he’d knock that smug look right off her face.
    “You’d better get used to it. It’s going to happen every time you take her to a function, a dinner party, for cocktails at some new bar.”
    “What’s going to happen? She’s beautiful.”
    “She’s flashy.